"Dad, morning."
"Dad, you all got up so early."
Zhao Xuran is used to waking up at this time to make breakfast. Since he doesn't know how Gong Ruini's appetite will change, as long as Ni Zi likes it, Zhao Xuran will prepare it.
Waste? That's impossible. Whatever Gong Ruini doesn't eat, Zhao Xuran or Gong Ruzhi can handle.
Zhao Xuran didn't expect that the people he thought would be sleeping in to adjust their time zone had already gotten up. How could he not be surprised?
Zhao Xuran is actually also worried that Zhao Gang and the others flew to the United States at such an old age; whether there are any discomforts, otherwise, why would they get up so early?
Zhao Gang originally didn't want to say that, after all, letting the younger generation know is really a hit to face and dignity.
But seeing Zhao Xuran's relaxed expression, Zhao Gang did feel a bit bitter inside.
Gong Tao already doesn't want to talk. After returning to the room yesterday, he grumbled a lot to his wife.
